No, I’m not here to talk about either the book or the film but rather the forthcoming supposed celebration of sporting greatness that this country is about to partake in. Anyone else get the feeling that it’s all slipping out of control a little bit? That it’s no longer about the sporting achievement but rather the sponsorship, security and everything else?
(Warning, roaming semi-rant ahead…many will have heard it before…)
Whither British television? The slow, inevitable decline has been with us for nearly twenty years – our tastes are not changing, rather our ability to view the lack of quality for what it is and call it out as such has become endemic in the same way as it has with cinema. Good television is still being made, but for the most part originality has been cast aside in favour of reduced overheads and a dose of fake reality. The last few months have seen a depressing nadir in terms of the state we’ve reached, although I fear that we haven’t seen the bottom.
In an effort to remain calm and collected I shall state only the following;
Some little bugger has broken into my car – the only thing they got was my iPod from the glove box. However they have knackered the windscreen and completely broke the passenger window – it looks like they were after the Sat-Nav only to find that it’s integral to the dashboard.
I’ve laughed about it before, yes Newcastle-under-Lyme should share a council with Stoke-on-Trent, it would make a lot of sense. They share a lot of facilities and could use money from the richer (smaller) borough to fund the larger, poorer one.
But then Stoke goes and returns nine BNP councillors.
Fucking livid doesn’t even cover it.
Once again a shiny new version (2009, imaginative title guys) has landed on my desk – which I must admit came as something on a surprise considering that the last version is less than six months old – forcing me to go through the same old tired installation process as usual, re-configuring all my settings because your migration policy seems to have an effect on everything, yes, including Outlook once again. Ah well, I’m always happy to write off a portion of my day to deal with IT troubles.
I’m fairly proud of the university I went to – especially the architecture department. Consistently it was rated as one of the best architecture schools in the country by the RIBA and was listed as the one which produced the highest job prospects for its graduates. It’s playing with some of the big boys in the field here – the Bartlett, the Architectural Academy and Cambridge – so this is a big deal.
So, final night of the weeks trip to the opera for The Adventures of Pinnochio (which was fab). Very child friendly opera, so lots of little ones laughing along and going ah – very cute and not at all annoying (in fact, rather encouraging). However, there was also an outbreak of idiots, many of whom seemed to be in my vicinity.